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    After Dr. Miller left, Gu Ming wanted to get up and take a few steps, but was immediately stopped by Feng Qu: "Lie down first! Don't walk around!" Recently, in addition to being helped to go to the toilet and scrubbed by the child's mother-in-law, she didn't even eat.  She solved it all in bed.

    Gu Ming moved her arms: "Did you hear anything?"

    Feng Qu looked confused: "What?"

    "The sound of rusty bones."

    Feng Qu: ""

    "If I lie down any longer, I will be as stiff as a stone, and all the joints will grow together." She insisted on getting up and walking. The young woman wanted to help her, but Feng Qu sent her away. He came to help her personally: "Be careful."

    Gu Ming felt uncomfortable. She didn't like being so close to Feng Qu: "You don't need help from the young commander, I can just walk by myself."

    Feng Qu supported her: "Stop showing off, wasn't it I who carried you back on the day you were discharged from the hospital?"

    Gu Ming glared at him, thinking that this man was really shameless. Didn't he leave in anger a few days ago? Why did he come back just two days later?

    "However, she is recuperating under the care of others, so she should not offend her master frequently for the time being, so as not to suffer hardship.

    Gu Ming always boasted that he knew current affairs, so he went with him. He was supported by Feng Qu and carefully walked around the room twice. There was a slight sweat on his forehead and he felt very weak. He sighed: "Sure enough, people are all lazy.  Can¡¯t lie down for too long.¡±

    Feng Qu comforted her: "You suffered a gunshot wound and bled too much, and your body is still weak. Just ask your mother to make some more soup to replenish your health."

    "Thank you, Marshal." Gu Ming moved to the bedside: "No need to spend money, I'd better lie down for a few more days, recover early and go back as soon as possible, so as not to trouble you again."

    Feng Qu carefully helped her lie back on the bed. He seemed to have forgotten what he had been angry about a few days ago, and said casually: "I'm going to Peking for business after the new year. You should take good care of yourself. When I come back, you will be almost healed."  .¡±

    "You want to go to Peking?"

    "Yes." Feng Qu remembered that the two of them had made an agreement before, asking her to go to Peking together, and she readily agreed. He observed her complexion: "No, you haven't recovered yet. It's not appropriate to move for the time being. Wait until you recover."  It¡¯s not too late to go.¡±

    Gu Ming: "Oh."

    Feng Qu always felt that she was perfunctory with him, so he said helplessly: "Don't even care about your own body for a pretty boy. When you are well, why don't I send someone to escort you to Peking?"

    "Okay!" Gu Ming took out a letter from under the pillow and handed it to him with a bit of flattery: "Young Marshal, I want to ask you a favor. Can you help me send this letter?"

    Feng Qu instinctively wanted to refuse, but his hand reached out and took the envelope. When he saw the three characters "Zhang Qiyue" as the recipient, he wanted to throw it out, but when he saw her smile, he restrained his sad mood: "  Even though you are injured so badly, you still miss that pretty boy? Can he come back to see you? "

    Gu Ming: "Young Marshal leads the army and allows his subordinates to go home to visit relatives?"

    Feng Qu: "He didn't marry you home, so what kind of marriage was he looking for?"

    Gu Ming: "Why do I feel that Zhang Qiyue didn't marry me back home? The young marshal is a little bit grudge?"

    Feng Qu: "If he marries you home, I respect him as a man!"

    Gu Ming joked: "In order to impress the young marshal, it seems I must let Qi Yue marry me home." Due to modern people's thinking, she actually had no intention of getting married.

    A certain celebrity once said: When we were young, we all wanted to wear a white shirt all our lives and love only one person in our lives, but later we found that we couldn't do it.

    She was naive once, and then she was either wallowing in the world of mortals, covered in mud, with a broken heart, not to mention her consistent love, or even her original intention had long been forgotten.

    "If it weren't for Zhang Qiyue, she might not be able to calm down and have a serious love affair with someone, let alone enter the palace of marriage. How cautious is that?

    Feng Qu: "I always feel that you are not telling the truth."

    Gu Ming: ¡°No, no, it¡¯s all from the bottom of my heart!¡±

    The more serious her expression was, the less Feng Qu believed her. He always felt that she was playing tricks on him and was not telling the truth.  The little liar is very good at deception, and he has learned it before.

    But he is not in a hurry to verify, there is always a way to make her reveal her true colors.

    He tucked Gu Ming into bed, took the letter out, sat down in the office, and read over and over again. Her handwriting was clear and broad, very masculine, but also a bit feminine.  , actually very interesting.  But the more he looked at it, the more difficult it becameHowever, I suddenly remembered that when Gu Ming first left him, he urgently returned to Rongcheng to lead troops to attack Yucheng. During the battle, he wrote several letters to her. After being delivered by Tang Ping, they all fell into pieces and she didn't get a word from her.  Phrase.

    Some people are like a quagmire. When you approach them at first, you just act normal, but before you know it, you sink in. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

    To him, Gu Ming was like a quagmire. He knew that sinking would only lead to endless pain. It was not that he had not struggled, it only accelerated his sinking.

    When Tang Ping came in, he saw him staring blankly at a letter and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you looking at, young marshal? Is there something wrong with this letter?"

    He thought Feng Qu had received some secret message and reached out to take it, but Feng Qu held his paw down: "Don't move."

    "Poisonous?"

    Feng Qu: ""

    He opened the drawer and threw it in, closed the drawer, thought about it again, opened the drawer and threw it over: "I'll send it to her later." So as not to leave it in his office and make him upset all the time.

    Tang Ping took it and glanced at it. He finally understood why the young marshal had a toothache expression on his face. He laughed secretly. Who asked you to send him away with such a generous look? Do you regret it now?

    He pretended not to understand Feng Qu's depression and said with a smile: "The hospital just called and said that Ying Chao can be discharged. I want to send someone to pick him up and come here to ask for instructions from the young commander."

    "It's enough for you to arrange this kind of thing. Why do you ask me for instructions?" Feng Qu was in a bad mood, and even his words were unpleasant: "! This kid didn't react well enough. Once he recovers from his injuries, he will be thrown into the camp to practice hard."

    The soldier training under Feng Qu was a real drill, without any effort. Ying Chao has been following Feng Qu since then, following the young marshal in and out whenever he has nothing to do. Others regard him as someone who is beside the young marshal.  People in the camp always want to give some face, and this kid drifted up without realizing it. He was lucky to be able to save his life this time.

    Tang Ping: A moment of silence for Yingchao.

    On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Feng began to prepare the dinner. She even went to the Red Mansion to find Gu Ming and asked her if she had any hometown dishes she wanted to eat.

    Yin Zhenzhu had been beside Mrs. Feng for many days with a low eyebrow. When she heard that she was going to visit Gu Ming, she smiled and said: "Madam, I have read Mr. Rongcheng's article earlier and knew that she was recuperating in the Red Mansion, so I didn't dare to disturb her.  In order to keep her quiet, she should be almost well taken care of these days, why don¡¯t you, Madam, take me over to visit?¡±

    Mrs. Feng thought about it in her mind. No matter who marries Feng Qu, they must learn to tolerate the fact of sharing their husband with other women. It is better to let them recognize the reality as soon as possible. It is still too late to think clearly now.

    "If you want to go, let's go together."

    She straightened her bun and took Yin Zhenzhu with her.

    When the guards on duty at the Red Building saw Yin Zhenzhu behind Mrs. Feng, they stopped her: "The master has said that Miss Yin cannot go near this building, so as not to disturb Miss Gu's recovery."

    Mrs. Feng really didn¡¯t expect that Feng Qu would actually use this trick. She felt that her son was childish - if women really wanted to start arguing, could the guards stop him?

    There are many ways to fight in the air, such as leaving a mark of love on a man

    If you want to marry Feng Qu, you must learn to tolerate and adapt to these things. Otherwise, if you marry in hastily, everyone will suffer. It is better to let go as soon as possible.

    "I brought Miss Yin in. When your master asks, you will tell me that I brought her in."

    The guard looked at Mrs. Feng in embarrassment and had to give way.

    These days, Yin Zhenzhu followed Mrs. Feng and finally stepped into the Red Mansion for the first time.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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